She never loved me like I love her

This is my first Hunger Games fic! It's told in second perspective, and you, the reader, are Peeta. It's going to be snippets of scenes put together. There are three scenes of Katniss and Peeta, one from each book. I OWN NOTHING! I hope you enjoy! Also, the some of the dialogue IS from the actual books. I'm currently holding Catching Fire and the Hunger Games, so that I can get it right. Please play the video (it's a song called We the Kings) while you read the story. Thanks!

"It was was all for the Games. How you acted." You say, looking out over the fields before you, dreading the answer. You have just won the Hunger Games, against all odds, with the love of your life. But she doesn't feel the same way. Now, on your way home, you've finally asked her. You've given her your heart, now she either breaks it, or loves it back. You hope, every inch of you that she loves you back...but if... You'll still always love her, every inch of you.

"Not all of it." She says, looking down, and clutches her flowers tightly. Your heart pangs, but still hope, a fluttering hope, like a butterfly taking flight, that she loves you remains.

"Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what's going to be left when we get home?" You ask, heart thumping in your throat. You desperately want to stay with her, but she has her sister, mother, Gale. You just have a family who doesn't care about you enough.

"I don't know. The closer we get to District 12, the more confused I get." She begins. You wait for more of an answer, something confirming her her love or not.

"Well, let me know when you figure it out." You say, pain in your voice, and trying to keep strong, you walk away from her, back to the train, away from love. Who ever knew it hurt this much?

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It's a fall Sunday evening, and you decide to go on a walk by the forest. The cameras have left about a week ago, and you and her are slowing growing apart. Every inch of you wants to be her, but she doesn't want you. You two had put up a pretense for the cameras, but now that they're gone, it's like a blast of icy, cold wind has kept you apart. You have decided to go by the forest, to almost remember the Games, when you could love her. You still love her. But now, everything is different. You walk to the forest by the Seam, an area you haven't really been before. The Seam is a dirty place, a sea of grey. But something there sings of hope, of love, and of springtime. You walk along the fence, looking at the calm woods. Peaceful. Next to the fence, all is quite and calm, sunlight falling through trees. You've taken walks before, but nothing can match the beauty of today. You glance into the woods for a moment, and are shocked about what's a few feet in front and to the side. It's her. With her old hunting partner Gale. You're about to turn around and leave, because knowing that she is with him hurts or back up a few steps, when you see Gale take her face into his hands, and you know what's about to happen. Gale kisses her. She doesn't do anything, just motionless. Her hand rests on his chest, curled in a ball, his hands on her face. Seeing her, kissing someone else, turns your heart into glass. It's glass, and one her arrows has pierced right through it. The glass pieces of your heart begin to crumble, flying away, carried by the wind, scattering itself all over the grass in the Meadow. A shred of your heart remains, though, one you will protect. But this is the answer you need. She doesn't love you. They break apart, and Gale whispers ever so softly,

"I had to do that. At least once." and he disappears, never seeing you right there, frozen in time, sadness etched onto your face. She sinks to a sitting position, like her legs just gave way. She lightly touch her lips, then moves them to the air, like she's feeling the kiss again. You hope, somehow, that she's comparing it to your kisses. But that can't be fair, it's pointless, all those kisses were staged. This one was real, there was real emotion in there. But you put emotion into your kisses. She didn't but you couldn't help notice that she did care for you in the cave, that some times, you felt her love in the kisses. You thought you were imagining the emotion from her. Once, when you were little, you asked your dad how it felt when the woman he liked, her mother, went with that coal miner, who sung till the birds stopped. He said, It felt like someone had broken him. You're feeling that now. Like someone has broken you. Completely and utterly, heartbroken, you rush back to your home, where you live alone. It shouldn't hurt this much! But it does. Without her love, there's almost no-one left who cares. Your family? You don't live with them, they hardly care anymore. You haven't seen your friends in forever. She's all that's left. But she never loved you. You have to repeat that to yourself. Maybe she doesn't know how she feels. But right now, she doesn't love you. An act, genuine on your part, was not on hers. You know she cares about you, and you about her. She doesn't love you. She doesn't love you. SHE DOESN'T LOVE YOU! But the thing is, though, the part of your heart unbroken, still loves her.

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It's after the war, and you've returned to 12. All you want is her, and maybe, just maybe, she feels the same way. After what the Capitol did to you, you thought you would be a monster forever, doomed to a lonely and sad life. But you've recovered, mostly, the rare flashback. To show her you still care, you decide to plant primroses, to give a memorial to her dear sister, Prim, whom the war took out. You can't imagine her pain. She would have done anything for her sister. She took her place in the Hunger Games. Sitting outside her house, you begin to plant, the slow motion calming you. You feel someone's eyes on you, and you turn around, and glance up. It's her. She looks about to scream at you, hurl things your way, but you hear her breath catches when she sees the roses. Primroses. Prim. She runs off, and you can hear her sobs. You go after her. After that, you begin to grow together. At night, when the terrible nightmares strike, you're there for her. When you have a flashback, and have to grip the back of a chair, she's there, calming you down. She hunts and gathers, you bake and paint. You become a pair. So one night, when she's in your arms again, you know it's true. So you breathe on her neck,:

"You love me. Real or not real?"

"Real." she whispers back, and leans in your arms. Those pieces of your heart flies together again, because Katniss Everdeen loves you, and you love her. This is what love feels like. Two halves of a whole.

I really hope you enjoyed it! Please comment below which scene you liked best, and if you thought that the music fit.

-Mia